Bright Eyes - Another travellin song

^Awell I’m changing all my strings I’m gonna write another travellin ^Dsong ab^Aout all the billion highways and the cities at the break of ^Edawn well I guess the ^Abest that I can do now is pretend that I’ve done nothing^D wrong ^Eand dream about a train that’s gonna ^Dtake me back where I be^Along

^Anow the ocean speaks and spits and I can hear it from the inte^Drstate an^Ad I’m screaming at my brother on the cell phone, he is far^E away ^Aand I’m sayin’ nothing in the past or future ever will feel like t^Doday until we’r^Ee parkin in an alley, just ^Dhopin that our shit is ^Asafe

so I go ^Dback and forth for^Aever all my t^Dhoughts, they come in^A pairs well I w^Dill I won’t^F#m I doubt I don’t ^BmI’m not surprised But I ^Dnever feel quite ^Aprepared

Now I’^Am hunched over a typewriter I guess you’d call that paintin’ i^Dn a cave And there’s ^Aa word I can’t remember and a feeling I can not ^Eescape And now my ^Aashtray’s overflowin I’m still starin at a clean whit^De page ^EAnd morning’s at my window and she is ^Dsending me to bed ^Aagain

^AWell I dreamed the dark on the horizon, I dreamed a desert where the dead lay ^Ddown I dreamed a ^Aprostitute, a child touching an old man in a fast food ^Ecrowd Oh Yeah I ^Adreamt a ship was sinkin’, there was people screamin’ all^D around And I ^Eawoke to my alarm clock, it was a ^Dpop song, it was playin??^A? loud

So I will f^Dind my fears and ^Aface them Or I will c^Dower like a ^Adog I will ^Dkick and scream or ^F#mkneel and plead I will ^Bmfight like hell to ^Dhide that I’ve give^An up